Restricted

I could try
To draw your beautiful lips
I could try
To kiss the ink and pretend
I could try

I can call you
Every day and night
I can write you
Letters, e-mails and texts
I can

I would hold you
So tight, and never let you go
I would kiss you, bite you, eat you
I would've, if it was up to me

I would,
But I can't

Creator

He's an artist
With his hands
Shaped me from clay
To the entity I am

Defined my lines
With fine strokes
Breathed into me
And made my heart pulse

I owe him all
For bringing me to being
Yet, existence is an agonizing thrill
A bless and a curse

Would I be enjoying same pleasures
Endure same tortures
Had he not scooped me up
And engineered me out of his hands?


That I'm able to wonder
Makes me wonder
About relations he's placed
Within me, they reign like viruses

Is this life worth
All the sensations
Of yearning and lust
Starvation and distrust

I'm in the dark
Searching for the door to my maker
Though it seems in vain
As he's already in the dark with me